Sunday, May 11, 2014

Getting Robel Part 1

Easter Sunday was the day. The kids woke up to Easter baskets and we got ready for church. There was tons of clothes drama because one freaking day a year, I get to choose what my children wear to church. Of course they had coordinating outfits and number 1&3 griped about theirs all morning. Shoot me. I'm pretty sure that I lost my marbles on them in the car, on the way to church, and told them they were ruining my whole Easter. I'm a really awesome parent like that. After church sped to our favorite Mexican restaurant to try and beat the church crowd and savor the last good meal we would have for a week.

We left for the airport around 3 and there were lots of tears from #2. She does not like for us to be gone. She's a homebody and wants everyone in the family home with her. She's a silent stresser. We get to the airport and have a flight to Charlotte, then change planes and head to DC. The Hubby and I were not seated together on the first leg of the trip. I was in between a man and his 10 year old son. We immediately started talking and come to find out, he had 4 bios and 1 adopted from Russia. Then he goes on to tell me their whole adoption story and how they brought their son home when he was 2.5, like Robee. He immediately started showing lots of anger issues and they couldn't get him to attach. He was violent and harmed himself and others around him. They put him in every therapy known to man and eventually, at the age of 8, sent him to a camp that works with children like him and he will stay there for 2 years and then they will re-evaluate. OMG. Why are you telling me this on the plane when I'm headed to pick my 2.5 year old, adopted son? As if I wasn't already stressed about this whole process.

Then we flew from Charlotte to DC and checked into our hotel for the night. Because we had already received our boarding passes for all 3 flights back in Dallas, I didn't even think to check on our flight status. So, we get to the airport the next morning, go all the way through security and get to our gate only to find out that our flight had been cancelled. Are you for real? Apparently, there was a broken windshield on the plane or something. Can't you just put some duct tape on that and take us to Ethiopia? Apparently not. So, the next flight didn't leave until the next morning and we had a whole day in DC. Not gonna lie, I was actually pretty excited. It was a beautiful day and the Hubby had never been to DC. Impromptu date day?!

So we rented a car and headed to the city. We saw all the sights that we could fit in, got sunburned and leg cramps from all the walking. We ate delicious food, shopped, had the best cupcake of my life at Georgetown Cupcakes and enjoyed our little baby moon before our lives got rocked!

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The Momma

Part-time hairstylist, full-time momma. Should get paid for being pregnant because it's pretty much all I do. Never seen without blush (it just makes you look fresher). Is a bit obsessed with fashion on a budget. Cannot function until my 2nd cup of coffee. Has had every disease known to man (in my head at least). Talks about working out, but just can't bring myself to do it.

The Rockstar

Thinks black and gray are her signature colors. Claims to be a vegetarian. Is a very talented drummer. Loves showers. Is definitely "the boss" to her younger siblings.

The Jokester

Is our little fashionista. Has a smoker's laugh. Eats her boogers and thinks they are delicious. Is freakishly flexible. Shopping with The Momma is her love language. Hip Hop is her hobby of the month.

The Hubby

Graphic/Web Designer. Looks like Chandler Bing. Will never be seen in anything but his Converse, Levis and a t-shirt. Would go into a deep, dark depression if he had to use any form of electronics not made by Apple. Takes longer to get ready than I do. Quit drinking Dr. Pepper, lost 15 pounds and I'm still a little bitter about it.

The Bruiser

Acts like a grumpy old man. Pees outside as often as possible. Really loves annoying The Ethiopian. Needs several baths a day. Calls the Momma his darwing.

The Chunkiness

Has more rolls than Mrs. Baird and Sister Schubert combined. Is rarely seen without his bunkie/pappy. Has unhealthy amount of babying going on. Has broken pretty much everything in our house with his freakish strength.

The Ethiopian

Came home April 2014. Might be the loudest kid on the planet. Has the most contagious joy. Says Momma about 1,395 times a day. Finally has a forever family.